You had a speech, you’re speechless Love slipped beyond your reaches
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You had a speech, you’re speechless Love slipped beyond your reaches

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The Empty is very quiet. Not quiet like the soft fluttering of the wind in the trees or quiet like an undisturbed desert at night, but quiet like the space between galaxies, a stillness absolute.
Castiel feels a kind of peace here.
His work is done. His duties have been fulfilled. He has lived a life of wonder and exploration, and he has learned to feel a happiness more profound than he could imagine - the happiness of loving another more than yourself, without any expectation of recompense. He is satisfied.
And yet…
If he strains, he can just about hear words. They are prayers, but not prayers to any god. Instead, they are the desperate whispers of the doubting, of the questioning, of the uncertain. The humans who do not yet know who they are but know that the path set before them is not the one they want to walk.
They speak of fear of judgment and retribution, of rejection by family, of a world where they are an aberration. Religions which call them monstrous and a god who calls them grotesque.
And still, they speak of a love so strong that they risk this rejection all the same. The drive to be free, to be who they are, to love who they want, this is stronger than their fear of hate.
Cas remembers that feeling well. He does not want these humans to be alone, those who struggle so. So he whispers back from the Empty: I see you. I accept you. Be as you are. Love as you will.
He does not know if they can hear him, but he loves them all the same. This is his role now: the patron saint of the dispossessed, of the doubtful, of the queer.
There is one voice in particular he listens for but never hears. But that’s ok. Humans are complex. Their feelings run deep. If he reaches out with everything he has, he can feel a kind of amorphous yearning reaching back in his direction. It fills him with hope. It’s enough.
Then, suddenly, a shape appears in the void. There is a human hand, clasping his shoulder, dragging him from this place of nothingness.
Color and light and sound burst all around him, almost blinding after being wrapped in shadow for so long.
He sees only the vague outline of the figure holding him. But he knows every line of this hand. He knows the scent and the textures and the shape of this being. Across the millennia, this touch is one he will never forget.
It grips him tight and raises him up.
He smiles.
“Hello, Dean.”
HERE, PLEASE HAVE MY SOUL IN A TEN-PANEL COMIC
There’s a lot I could say about this… it’s the most rushed I have ever made a comic so there’s a lot of it that’s still wonky- crooked panels, rushed storyline, questionable dialogue, wonky references- but like, I fucking NEEDED this, okay, even if it’s only relevant for the next couple of hours before the new episode ruins us again. If anyone needs me, please forward all calls and tips directly to my grave.)
(Please have a heart and don’t repost. Ultra super duper special thanks always to @malmuses for your help:)
Let’s Get Spooky
It’s Spooky McSpook Time, mothers and fuckers of the jury!
Every October, creative types sip their pumpkin lattes and try to ignore the creeping dread raising the hair on the back of their necks. The impending doom of November will not be ignored. So why not take some of that nervous energy and stretch your creative muscles?
All Writers Eve is a writing/creativity challenge designed to get you ready for Nanowrimo–or whatever your next project may be–in the best way. By creating!
We’ll give you a prompt and you take that inspiration, and make something. Anything! Write a piece of flash fiction (1k words or less-ish). Make some snazzy art. Make a meme from your source material. Fashion a poem from pure fear. Whatever you choose!
Artists: Happy Inktober! Use this challenge as a template if you so desire!
Writers: Nanowrimo is almost upon us! Time to sharpen our skills and hit the keys.
Fellow friends: Let’s Get Spooky.
Bad news: it’s still 2020. Good news? It’s October! Let’s get spooky (and creative). Watch for new prompts daily.
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- I’m not a hero, I’m not strong enough.